Author Archives: SAS
Apathy
Life is a beautiful thing. I plan to propose to the love of my life in the spring, the season of hope. My uncle, who owns the local plantations, has agreed to take me in as a tutor to his children. My older sister is about to have her first child. Continue reading
Filed under Culture and Society, Poetry, Politics
The fatal saga of Jack Fate (episode 4)
It was, of course, in the interests of the AI leadership to collude in the maintenance of the wall. They knew full well that power still lay largely in human hands and that if a human-centric xenophobia against AI became a significant global political force, then this would be unwelcome news for the flourishing of the AI community. Continue reading
The Fatal Saga of Jack Fate (part 3)
Third installment of a continuing short story:-
It was on the meat boat that Jack met Aftab Siddiqui. He’d heard the name often enough – acclaimed sci-fi author who fell into fame with some fan fiction on Star Trek. In his novella, the Earth was not a homogenously peaceful commune. Continue reading
The fatal saga of Jack Fate (episode two)
The second installment of a short story: Jack had been born into one of those memorable times in history. From his earliest memories, he’d known there was something fucked about the world, the feeling becoming more articulate as he aged. The year he turned 14, the military-industrial-congressional complex or MICC secretly birthed what later came to be widely regarded as the first artificial human intelligence. Continue reading
The fatal saga of Jack Fate (episode one)
The first installment of a short story. “It wasn’t the first time that Jack had been plunged into the clammy, frozen locker-room smell of a meatboat. He’d worked one about 8 years back. It transported allsorts of lab-grown: poultry, duck, beef, pig, deer, salmon, human, you name it. The boat worked for R*liance – once the pride of Indian capitalists, now a trusty asset of the enormously vertically and horizontally integrated G**gle Inc.” Continue reading
How I developed a caterpillar itch
The strangest incidents can mark you with the beast without your even noticing. I have a severe itch to the touch of caterpillars. Many do, and so I never thought much of it. But the other day I paused to recollect that I didn’t have the allergy in childhood and sought through the paths and sarais of memory for a culpable incident. Continue reading
Filed under Fiction
3 haiku
these are not strictly haiku. but see LMJ’s recent post http://keaandcattle.blogspot.com/2011/01/little-gods.html Poem One: A migrant in a foreign land Dappled sun of a New Zealand summer.Face upturned to fern and birch.Yielding peach tree holds fast your hammock. Holiday looms. A … Continue reading
Filed under Poetry
Stray thoughts on the resurrection of the author
The author asks the reader to contribute something to the reading. The reader must acknowledge that sometimes it is difficult to express what is meant. The author may be unable to adequately express what they intend. What is intended is … Continue reading
Filed under Literary Criticism